Private Number

	  		
Bb/C      Am      Bb       Am   Bb  (x2) 

verse 1: 

C 
Heatstroke, I'm looking at your pictures 
Am 
From new to old 
Bb 
As you're becoming less into yourself 
Am                Bb 
And more into the world 
Bb/C 
It's an elephant graveyard 
Am 
And that was 2004 
Bb 
And you were in terrible trouble 
Am         Bb 
Now that's gone, gone, gone 

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verse 2: 

C/Bb 
At first worse things are happening 
Am 
And the weeks are just counting down 
Bb 
You think that you'll be different then 
        Am       Bb 
And you are, but how? 

C/Bb 
And each year you think the next 
Am 
One is the future and then you're there 
Bb 
A new result you can't recall 
   Am                Bb 
Or just avoid like a private number 

Bridge: 

Gm7 
And Europe's fucked probably 
Bb 
It seems insane 
F 
My friend's art needs guarding 
C 
End of days 

Gm7 
I think I've never been better 
Bb 
I'm at the top of my game 
Eb 
I'm living it up for TV dust 
F 
And disassemble, you've got to disassemble that stuff 

C      Am      Bb       Am   Bb 

verse 3: 

Bb/C 
Now there's more light coming from my screen 
Am 
Than light from outside 
Bb 
I see myself as if from the street 
     Am           Bb 
And I turn on the light 

Bb/C 
And I look at old emails 
Am 
I have forgotten which 
Bb 
But why am I telling you this? 
Am               Bb 
You are not even here 

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C 

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